‘Tis a fine, soft day. The refrain of a beloved family friend in Ireland who’s no longer with us. We thought of him this evening, as we set out for friends’ house for an early St. Patrick’s Day dinner, with still-warm Irish soda bread and whiskey in tow.
The night went just like Dan would have liked it: laughing as yet-another bottle of red wine was passed around the table, and yet-another helping of bread pudding was dished out. Then a long walk home up 17th Street, as mist poured over the hill.
I have to confess that this recipe was beginner’s luck, courtesy of Martha. Fifteen minutes flat and perfection.
Coming this week: one more day of Irish lore (bear with me, it's kooky and cool!), a lampshade inspired by Lena Corwin; a few childhood tales of my own, and who knows what else.